I opened my eyes to the room now lit up, squinting at the brightness. I rolled over to face my clock. 9:45pm. Something clicked in my head. The date. Crap, Monica was going to kill me! I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I splashed my face and I was about to dry it when I heard a knock at the door. My face still dripping, I answered to see a very scared looking Monica. She started at me.
"Mon, I'm sorry. I'm sick, I've been in bed all day, I just woke up..." She stopped me by hugging me.
"I was so worried about you, you scared the crap out of me, idiot," she said, and she playfully hit me. "Now go to bed, now. Is Joey sick too?" She asked. I nodded and she nodded back, sending me off to my room. I heard her pottering about in the kitchen, and then go next door and give Joey something, which I presumed was tea, as she came in and gave me some tea too. I sat up to drink it and we chatted, about everything. Monica talked about her job and how it was annoying her to hell, and I said she was lucky she was doing something she was even remotely interested in, and she agreed and said she was going to stick it out anyway. We heard Joey get up And so we both got up and went to the living room. Joey was sat on the sofa, watching the tv.
"Joe, this is Monica, my girlfriend," I said, and I saw Monica blush, probably at the word girlfriend. Joey's face stayed blank and the lit up as he realised.
"Oh yeah, the tea lady. That tea was great by the way, thanks." He said. Monica nodded.
"You're welcome. It's nice to finally meet you." She said.
"Ditto," he replied. "So you're the one he was going crazy over." Joey said. Monica nodded. I stood there smiling, watching them bond. After a while of tv and a movie, Monica put Joey and I to bed again. She sat with me on the bed.
"I think... Maybe we should... Talk." She said.
"About what?" I asked.
"I think you know." She whispered.